I found her, whom I know myself
Walking back and forth,
All I can see is nothing,
I drenched myself with that liquid thing.

That piece of clothing
As it covers my cold hands,
I was shaking in fear
I lost my consciousness.

I woke up in this familiar place,
As the clock made sounds, 
It began to rain
Refraining myself from soaking in it.

“Stop, please, stop.”
I saw how she begged for her life,
And how does she take someone's life,
Finally, I killed him.
© mixaiel